The Way of Frozen Blossoms
On the eastern shore of the cold northern lake the Fey call Sendreya's Fate, there is a path often covered in snow which is known as the Way of Frozen Blossoms. A very hardy species of flowering cherry tree lines the shores of the lake, and in the spring they often bloom at the same time as the late snowfall, their pale pink petals drifting from branches still bare of leaves into the banks of icy white snowdrifts beneath. If you were to follow the Way of Frozen Blossoms northward from the Calling Rock, you would come at length to a little peninsula where the House of Clear Winds stands on a small hill. The House of Clear Winds is a building reduced to a spare simplicity of function, which some consider beautiful but others think stark and bare. Shining lines of polished wood follow harmonious mathematical curves, whilst open corridors and windows allow the lake air to blow through vents that feed oxygen to a large firepit in the main gathering room, where a fierce fire is always blazing. Thin metal chimes and bells hang from the rafters and low pallets in the bedrooms are covered in thick brown furs and white eiderdown quilts.
Constructed many years ago on the orders of Queen Akasuki Ellethra, it is a serene but austere retreat for those in need of spirtual treatment. The semi-abstract study shown below, was painted by Akasuki's daughter, Queen Bronwyn Glathkind and now hangs in the throne room of Shaldarenen.
The House of Clear Winds overlooks Sendreya's Fate and the western lands beyond, but it is to the east that the one who has currently chosen to make it her home looks with the most longing. Her name is Lathkelle and in the iteration before the last Shudder fractured the flow of time in the Fey Court, she was consort to the King of the Fey. That King is dead in this iteration, and a generation that passed with him defended the realm from unspeakable horrors seeking to invade from the Discontinuum. It was a chaotic war and it came with a great shame that disturbs the Fey Court to this day. Some say that it is this shame which is the reason why Lathkelle now suffers from the Fade. Perhaps. But the Fade strikes when it will and no one can say why, when or whom it will affect. No matter the cause, Lathkelle knows that her immortal life is over for she has been sucked into the river of time where the years are made to flow and death lies at the end. The time and the manner of her final passing she does not know, for the Fade is a long and leisurely river but the destination is inevitable.
Every morning, Lathkelle sits with a cup of steaming honey tea on a small garden balcony looking out to the rising sun as it breaks over Tân y Gwanwyn. And sometimes, on the rare occasions when the wind blows from the east she can hear, very faint and very far away the voice of her daughter, Jassindra, singing from the prison battlements of Hen Tŵr Gwyn.
Constructed many years ago on the orders of Queen Akasuki Ellethra, it is a serene but austere retreat for those in need of spirtual treatment. The semi-abstract study shown below, was painted by Akasuki's daughter, Queen Bronwyn Glathkind and now hangs in the throne room of Shaldarenen.
The House Of Clear Winds by DMFW with Night Cafe
The House of Clear Winds overlooks Sendreya's Fate and the western lands beyond, but it is to the east that the one who has currently chosen to make it her home looks with the most longing. Her name is Lathkelle and in the iteration before the last Shudder fractured the flow of time in the Fey Court, she was consort to the King of the Fey. That King is dead in this iteration, and a generation that passed with him defended the realm from unspeakable horrors seeking to invade from the Discontinuum. It was a chaotic war and it came with a great shame that disturbs the Fey Court to this day. Some say that it is this shame which is the reason why Lathkelle now suffers from the Fade. Perhaps. But the Fade strikes when it will and no one can say why, when or whom it will affect. No matter the cause, Lathkelle knows that her immortal life is over for she has been sucked into the river of time where the years are made to flow and death lies at the end. The time and the manner of her final passing she does not know, for the Fade is a long and leisurely river but the destination is inevitable.
Every morning, Lathkelle sits with a cup of steaming honey tea on a small garden balcony looking out to the rising sun as it breaks over Tân y Gwanwyn. And sometimes, on the rare occasions when the wind blows from the east she can hear, very faint and very far away the voice of her daughter, Jassindra, singing from the prison battlements of Hen Tŵr Gwyn.
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